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Experience,” which is just a euphemism for heartache and heartbreak, failed love and false promises, for every time you told yourself This is the real thing and Finally I’ve found my way home only to end up lost in a muck or lying across rickety train tracks, praying for deliverance and not knowing if that would mean getting run over or being spared; “experience,” which is a neutral word that most people know only means something good on a resume, a term that in the rest of life is more like a criminal rap sheet full of mishaps that cannot be expunged, this indelible quality made more frightening because there are no authorities keeping track, no one is forcing you to remember these things, it is all your own fault, it is only you who cannot forget; “experience,” which is supposed to be the playground and peep show and life-size labyrinth of adolescence, which can, when it occurs at the right time in life…if it is delivered in moderate and judicious measure…make you a more capable lover and friend, spouse and partner.
